100 CHILDREN AND FLOWEKS. 



Another poet, who passed a weary and a 

 toilsome life, 



" Chained to the desk, the world's o'er-laboured slave/' 



Thus recurs to the sweet morn of existence ; 



" How beautiful 



The vernal hour of life. Then pleasure wings 

 M'ith lightning speed the moments, and the sun 

 Burns brightly, and nor cloud nor storm appears 

 To darken the horizon. Hope looks out 

 Into the dazzling sheen, and fondly talks 

 Of summer, and Love comes, and all the air 

 Rings with wild harmonies." CARRINGTOW. 



Alas ! that he should have found occasion to 

 draw the veil of disappointment and regret over 

 this bright picture. 



"If people would-be wise enough through 

 life to derive enjoyment from such innocent 

 pleasures as delighted them in childhood, we 

 should find far fewer sour tempers, cold hearts, 

 and narrow minds in the world. All, except 

 positive idiots, are endowed by God with a por- 

 tion of that beautiful poetry of existence, which 

 in childhood is so conspicuously evident, teach- 



